There's a little girl in this little town

 With a little too much heart to go around

 Live forever, never say never

 You could do better, that's what she says

Mama named her lucky on a starlit night

 A rabbit foot in her pocket, she dances in spite

 Of the fact that she's different

 And yet she's the same

 And she says lucky you, lucky you

She sings her little song, she walks along

 A little pathway headed for the skies

 Left to travels, lives they unravel

 Mind over matter, that's what she says

Mama named her lucky on a starlit night

 A rabbit foot in her pocket, she dances in spite

 Of the fact that she's different

 And yet she's the same

 And she says lucky you, lucky you, lucky you

Maybe she'll sing you do do do do

 Maybe she'll bring you into the skies

 Honey she'll love you, funny how some view

 Angels above you ain't so far away

Mama named her lucky on a starlit night

 A rabbit foot in her pocket, she dances in spite

 Of the fact that she's different

 And yet she's the same

 And she says lucky you, lucky you

“Wonderland”

There is a Magical place that some go to.

And some never knew it ever existed at all.

But I can tell you that it is very real.

That if you try really really hard you can find a way to find your way back

It there was a Play that never was & you were in it would you forget your lines? 

Then try to recapture those memories & use the stars to paint them in the sky.

In time that froze; like fresh falling snow in a woods that became very very cold.

A peaceful quiet magic that can never be explained.

Thoughts that led nowhere…

They to will find a way to return.

Cold & tired & missing something that is not important now.

You sit by a warm fire & wrap yourself in a warm sigh that you can’t put to words.

Dreams that slept...  never awakening, never realized.

Something you should have said but you never got the chance. 

All this to must come to pass if your desire to be reborn is yours & yours alone.

All that remains is thin fragile thread that can be woven into a tapestry.

And a never ending relic of time & space

Will find a place

With God’s good grace

Like waves crashing on a pristine beach at dawn.

The moon will chase the sun & bring it back in time for dawn

 

And so another chapter unfolds… Or is it unraveling?

Chapter Two:  Some stories are never finished…

  They just keep wandering aimlessly…

     Never being able

        To find

           Or grasp at

              A fragment of reality

                  That could

                      In some way

                          Back up

                             The vast pile of evidence

                                 That appears to

                                     Lead one to believe

                                         That either they are mad

                                              Or there is someone

                                                    Out there

                                                        That is just as confused

                                                             And in need of closure

                                                                  As I am…

There is a story of a tail untold,

 Like a dying flower it could not unfold

We walked a street both side by side,

 As they kept us apart to serve a lie.

Dark & cold there was no light,

 But you saw through me & I knew your plight

What we never knew was kept on hold,

 A fair farren ending when my heart grew cold

That path was destined to not lead to,

 What we both knew they would never let us do

As the years went by our distance grew,

  So did the list of songs that told our tail that only you & I knew

But that look in your eyes when we were pulled apart

 Still haunts me as though it was just last night

Now your back and so much has changed,

 But deep inside I know your still the same

Still I’m destined to never know,

 As the powers at be may still have their hold

They keep you from me & me from you,

 Not ever knowing what we both would do.

Would the walls crash down?

 Would the mountains move?

Or would their be such a silence

 That the wind would tell the story of us in it’s defiance.

Of another dream when you cast your spell,

 Wonder not that I would tell.

It struck me so,

 I lost it all that December night so long ago.